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"Do the two masters of heaven want to suppress Xuanji Palace?" The owner of Xuanji Palace smiled faintly, showing enough self-confidence.

There are more than two masters of heaven in Xuanji Palace!

The head of the Qingyuan School and the eyes and pupils of the owner of the Blue Blood Palace were at the same time, and the owner of the Blue Blood Palace stopped talking.

"The Xuanji Palace has always been detached, and no matter how strong its strength is, it has no desire to dominate, but the Ice Palace--" Without saying that, Xuanji Palace ended the topic with a sigh.

"Well, even if there are two masters of Tianjing in the Ice Palace, it is impossible to compete with the Qingyuan faction. What's more, there are two elders in this school who are on the verge of breaking through, so that there is no success rate of half. The head of the Qingyuan School smiled.

This is a squeeze to do it yourself, and Bi Xuezong gritted his teeth and made a decision.

At the back of the main stand, a blue shadow suddenly appeared between Yang Feng and Elder Xueyan. Elder Xueyan reacted quickly and raised his hand to split it with a sword. The green shadow actually gave up an arm with only one arm. While his right arm was cut off by a sword, his speed did not decrease but rushed to the ancestors of the Han family.

Elder Xueyan could have used his sword to intercept it, but he was stunned for a moment and looked helplessly at the ancestor of the Han family to grab Xue Mei and retreat, which was to make way for Qingying.

This sudden change was originally expected by Yang Feng and Han Jing. The two did not panic. Han Jing did not move. The ice soul sword flew out, flying around the air whirlpool formed by the ancestors of the Han family, and the purple electric nine-curve gun also pierced the green shadow like lightning.

Yang Feng felt bad. At this time, the green shadow soared and his body shape more than doubled. He wants to blow himself up!" With a fierce shout, he slapped with all his strength, but did not shake the rapidly growing figure.

"You stay behind, I'll come!" Han Jing shouted loudly, and the aperture formed by the sword glow sprinkled by the ice soul sword rapidly expanded, and the growing blue shadow was instantly covered by the white sword spirit like a growing snowball.

The whole square was in a mess, and most people ran out of the square. The disciples of the Ice Palace and the children of the Han family flocked to the main stand, but they were blocked without exception, so that when the ancestors of the Han family were attacked, only Han Jing and Yang Feng protected the ancestors.

Once the growing snowball explodes, the ancestor will be killed on the spot. Han Jing must ensure that the snowball will not explode until the ancestor's breakthrough is completed. But it's not easy!

The sword spirit of the ice sword surged, and the momentum of snowball growth was curbed, but there were continuous attacks against snowballs trying to detonate this horrible snowball. Han Jing can only let the ice sword ensure that the snowball is not, and other attacks in this direction have to rely on her own defense.

"Jing'er, sword!"

Han Feizhi rushed to the main stand and was stopped. Seeing the ice soul sword suppressing the self-exploding dead man, he expected that his daughter had no sword in her hand and threw a sword in time.

The sword is named Broken Jade, which is the ancestral sword of the Han family. When Han Jing was a child, she often went to her father's study to steal the sword and played with it.

Before she could take a look at the sword, Han Jing felt a strong force that made her heart tremble and have difficulty breathing. Gritting his teeth and pouring the ice mysterious force into the broken jade sword. The body of the sword, which was like a piece of jade, suddenly burst into a bright ice-blue sword. As the cold sword light of her sword waved away, the strong pressure was somewhat offset by the sword light.

The more dangerous it is, the calmer it is. Han Jing's mind instantly merged with the sword, and a noble and mysterious smile appeared on her face. The previous domineering arrogance and anger and other emotions disappeared.

With a trembling, hundreds of sword flowers suddenly shot out on Han Jing's broken jade sword to form a curved sword flower curtain.

A firelight broke through the curved sword flower curtain, and the scattered sword flower angle shot at the incoming green-robed old man. If it were the cold and unmarked brothers, they would definitely say, "I have got the charm of 'Lao Mei's beauty'." Some people who saw her make this move are puzzled: it's a bit like "nineteen ice cutting" and "knocking ice jade crumbs".

The ice debris-like sword light burst out, instantly enveloping the old man and the firelight. There was a crackling explosion, and the firelight disappeared, and the old man's eyebrows and beard were hanging with ice crumbs.

"What a tricky girl!" The old man in green robe shouted strangely and attacked again, just like a fire dragon soaring into the sky.

As if she hadn't heard of it, she turned the most familiar cold family's basic swordsmanship "Frozen Zhibing" into "curling autumn moon" halfway. Only a wave ice light floated up. When it floated to half the height of the fire dragon, the waveform ice light suddenly turned into a rotating white ice moon, embedded in the abdomen of the fire dragon.

The huge fire dragon's abdomen suddenly formed a huge whirlpool with the ice moon, until a loud noise, the ice moon was not squeezed and exploded, and the fire dragon whirlpool also scattered in the air.

"Awesome!" The head of Qingyuan is more afraid.

"This girl came up with this unconventional joint use method. It's really evil." The owner of Xuanji Palace also nodded repeatedly.

With the eyesight of these two, it is easy to see that Han Jing took apart the two sword moves and merged them into one move, which seemed to be extremely hard to dismantle, but she cleverly used the disordered energy waves generated by hard disassembly to achieve the effect she wanted.

It's even more annoying that the old man in green robe was cracked by Han Jing with this flattering method. Girl, take another move from me!" The fire suddenly rose on his palm and formed a sea of fire in an instant.

The fire is far from the high temperature of the fire, but it is as continuous as a wave, and is actually given the softness of water.

"The realm of the Red Elder of the Bixue Sect has improved a lot. Not surprisingly, it will soon reach the peak of the ancestors." The head of the Qingyuan School laughed leisurely.

"It's just reaching the peak of the ancestor, and there is no guarantee that it will break through to the sky." The blue-blooded patriarch said coldly.

The owner of Xuanji Palace smiled and said, "There is a master of heaven in Bixue Sect, which is always a congratulatory thing in our opinion."

The blue-blooded patriarch's face softened.

"Why do I feel more optimistic about Han Jing when the ancestors-level masters are against the emperor-level demons?" The head of the Qingyuan School said softly, which was extremely puzzled.

The Lord of Xuanji Palace and the Blue Blood Patriarch looked at it carefully, and their faces were also condensed.

The soft red ripples came, and Han Jing seemed to be trapped in the boundless sea of fire, and her body seemed to be about to burn. She was still calm, with a peaceful smile in her eyes. In the light of fire, her face showed an amazing beauty, and even those old guys were amazed by it.

At the moment when everyone was distracted by her beauty, the ice blue sword light burst on the broken jade sword in Han Jing's hand. This sword light contains the sword meaning of the grass in the wind. With the tyranny of the wind, the tough grass still dances lightly in the fire waves. Only the powerful old monsters can see clearly, and there are still traces of sword light between the sword light dance, like water grass swaying with the waves and stretching into the distance.

trapped the cold sea of fire and soon grew full of water plants. The old man in green robe was stunned to find that the temperature of the sea of fire was plummeting, and a faint white fog floated in the sea of fire, and she was safe in it.

"This evil!" Lei Peng sighed.

Xue Yan said, "I look forward to her more brilliant performance." There is dissatisfaction and guilt in his tone.

In the two words, the moves of Elder Red of Bixuezong changed again, and the sea of fire became fiercely turbulent. A fire dragon with its teeth and claws leaped into the sea of fire, and the water grass-like sword in the sea of fire swept away.

The bright light of the jasper sword is one of the dark, but Han Jing is still calm. The fire dragon rushed, and her body was oppressed by invisible power. The sword in her hand only shook slowly and there was no sound, only the continuous ice and cold sword, the gushing ice blue sword light, and the cold fog spreading with the ice blue sword light.

When exposed to the cold fog, the dragon's claws were covered with a thin layer of frost. This made Han Jing's opponents and the old monsters watching the battle know that her ice mysterious purity has reached a quite horrible level. The idea of killing her in the seedling period almost reached a consensus. So much so that they didn't notice her body drifting backwards.

Han Jing used "chasing the wind and chasing electricity", and there was a wheel-shaped ice mysterious force on the soles of her feet to slide back. In the realm and pressure of the ancestor-level master, her retreat remained amazingly consistent with the speed of the fire dragon. Although it was a short distance, it showed that she was not completely controlled by her opponent.

The owner of Xuanji Palace was the first to notice it and gave a soft voice.

Han Jingyun's counterattack also took action. A feather-shaped ice blue flash burst out from the broken jade sword and shot against the fire dragon. In a flash, the red elder of Bixuezong felt cold in his eyes.